Nance and I had our first dinner at a French home Saturday night after a pleasant day at the farmer's market and charades at the hardware store. Unfortunately, the proprietress did not spek English, and I had forgotten the words for lubricating oil for our squeaky bathroom door and cleaner for the tile in the shower that would kill a trace of mildew that was creeping out of the silicone sealant. (huile de graissage, appareil de nettoyage pour la moisissure) A bit of pantomime managed to get the points across, and we left with WD40 and some spray cleaner that Nance sacrificed her lungs to use - but at least they worked.
We showed up for dinner at Jean-Sebastien's at the appointed hour of 7:00, had appetizers at 8:00, fondue at 9:00, salad at 10:00, and lemon tart at 11:00. At that point Nance and I decined coffee, pled senior citizen's status and departed for the evening, knowing we had an early wake-up for church in the morning.
We took "Flat Stanley" along and photographed him with two French children, French cartoons, and some fondue.
At lunch today I found minde(turkey) and fresh cranberries for Nance to use for preparing for a dinner for Chinese college students this Saturday night.
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